"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." - Henry Miller

Shit, Shat. . . Shot.

TheStar Charlie Sheen invites you to walk in TO for bipolar awareness Ayayayayay. In light of recent revelations about Catherine Zeta-Jo...

I can remember a time when I wouldn't touch a computer, afraid it would give me one of those searing visible cracks I always get...

I discovered another version of this rather awful song, very close to the one I remember from my wayward youth, but I just couldn't post...

You know those ol' guys (though I guess maybe some of them are girls, and I guess maybe some of them are me) who go on and on about...

(I seem to have lost the ability to format these posts, so they're all running together into one blob/blog. I hope to straighten it out...

Yesterday I went in to Vancouver so I could go to Dressew and look at fabric. Last time we were over at my son’s place, Erica was on the f...

Okay then. So, singers. We've been talking about, thinking about singers, some unusual singers from the past, and some strangely beautif...

Whew. How can it be Monday already? Anyway, I don't think I've ever had as much trouble as I did with yesterday's post, and ...

Of all the weirdnesses I’ve produced on this blog, this may be the weirdest. I don’t know what got me onto this, and it was not even a new...

This falls under the category of why the hell am I doing this. You fall down the rabbit hole of a past you didn't even enjoy very mu...

Hard to caption these, though many of them seem to come from the mists of antiquity. What strikes me is how different my view of them is...

So which is what? Which one of these honkin' old brick buildings is McKeough School, where I attended from 1959 to 1964 (though it ...